Kris Starr used to be famous. Rock and roll. Sold-out shows. Literal magic. Empathic talents and screaming fans. But he has a problem or two. He's having a hard time writing new music. It’s Midwinter, which means he’s surrounded by depressing holiday cheer. And he's in love with Justin, his manager, who has a talent for rescuing almost- or once-famous bands ... and who’s hiding secrets of his own. Justin Moore, on the other hand, is very good at keeping those secrets -- he's had to be for years. One secret involves a demonic inheritance that would make him a target of suspicion. Another involves his past. And the third involves Justin’s feelings for Kris Starr, rock and roll icon and now his client ... and a powerful empath of his own.

A Demon for Midwinter

“I’ve done that already,” Kris pointed out. “At a Soho nightclub, Les Winter’s birthday party—”


“I know that story,” Justin said. “People made sure I knew that story when you started being my client. People made sure I knew that story many, many times over. I don’t even want to imagine how the unicorn statue felt about it.”


“It wasn’t a statue, it was a carousel horse—no, I don’t know why someone brought it to the club to begin with—”


The other one said, “We’ll let you know when we decide what we want from you.”


Bill rejoined the conversation at this ominous turn, and inquired of his middle children, “What are you plotting today?”


“James is our minion now,” said the twin closest to him, waving a nonchalant hand. “He owes us. Because we were right about something. It’s cool, Dad.”


Chapter 46